A script written by madmen. 🤯
The clocks turned red, the giants stumbled, and Lisbon ignited in the 96th minute.
There is José, on his knees again, screaming at the heavens, defying logic, twisting fate one last time against Madrid. The sheer, unadulterated theater of it all.
Football, you beautiful, brutal thing. My heart has completely stopped. 🖤🔥🏟️